Striking Fear Into the Hearts of
Many Some No One, Really
Oscar has been set free.
Okay, so it was a temporary thing, but it was intentional, mostly because I couldn't find a rope long enough for him to be able to do his duty (or "doodie") without causing me to be pulled across the yard like a slow-motion skier, Olympics be damned.
So out he and I went, with me standing in the shallowest spot I could find in my yard
See? You can almost see the top of my husband's boots that come halfway up my legs. Shallow.
He enjoyed bounding back and forth across our yard, having to leap over snowdrifts at full speed
Somewhere during this race it occurred to me, as it often does, that there might be folks out there that would be frightened by the sight of a pitbull coming at them at approximately 30, 35 miles per hour. But when I see that, I know I'm gonna get a big doggy hug. And that's pretty okay by me.